ScHoolBoy Q - Collard Greens lyrics

rate me

Oh, oh, luxury

Chidi, ching, ching could buy anything, cop that

Oh, oh, collard greens

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that

Oh, oh, oh, down with the shit

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit

Oh, oh, oh, down with the shit

This, that, stay down with the shit

Smoke this, drink this

Straight to my liver

Watch this, no tick

Yeah, I’m the nigga

Gang rap, X-mas

Smoke, shots out the liver

Faded, Vegas

Might sponsor the killer

Shake it, break it

Hot for the winter

Drop it, cop it

Eyes locked on your inner object

Rock it, blast, blast new, beginnings

Lovely, pinky how not I remember

Fiending

Gimme, gimme, gimme some

Freak the freckles off your face

Frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue

Click my link and spread your buns

Lose your denim, make it numb

Blow it baby, no Saddam

Icky, icky, icky

Fucking in the car service

Thank me for the car pool

Chromosome, part full

Probably off a narco

And gas, not the Arco

Popping since the intro

You shopping from the window

Play my favorite tempo

Oh, oh, luxury

Chidi, ching, ching could buy anything, cop that

Oh, oh, collard greens

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that

Oh, oh, oh, down with the shit

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit

Oh, oh, oh, down with the shit

This, that, stay down with the shit

Hold up biatch

This your favorite song

Translation, ven aqui

Mami, asi culo

Tu quiero coger mi huevos

Y papi molestes pero

Chuparse puto pendejo

El pinche cabron, let's get it

Nights like this I'mma knight like this

Sword in my hand I fight like this

And I’m more than a man, I'm a God

Bitch, touché, en garde

Toupée drop and the beat just pop

Under that tank top and bra

And when I say do, do, do, do

Bitch that be K. Dot

She want some more of this

I give her more of this, I owe her this

In fact, I know she miss

The way I floored this, I'm forgis

I know my Houston partners

Drop a four on this and focus

And slow it down

Alright, let me blow this bitch

I'm famous I blame this on you

Cash in the mirror

Hang in my penthouse roof

Skyline the clearest

Watch it, your optics

Popping out, you look the weirdest

Pop my top on the 105

Head with no power steering

Oh, oh, luxury

Chidi, ching, ching could buy anything, cop that

Oh, oh, collard greens

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that

Oh, oh, oh, down with the shit

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit

Oh, oh, oh, down with the shit

This, that, stay down with the shit

Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom

Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed 'em

Guns in the basement, out they have a problem

Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana

Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker

Ward is calling, go craze like no other

Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my momma

Runs in the family, puff, puff keep a nigga fiending

Faded, faded, faded right

Shot glass super-size, she gonna get some dick tonight

Meet me at the W, and no, it’s not the Westside

Stick it up me Southside

Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude

What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes

Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q

We gonna turn it out until the neighbors wanna party, too

Oh, oh, luxury

Chidi, ching, ching could buy anything, cop that

Oh, oh, collard greens

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that

Oh, oh, oh, down with the shit

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit

Oh, oh, oh, down with the shit

This, that, stay down with the shit